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On an outer-space adventure

They got hit by cosmic rays

And the four were changed forever

In some most fantastic ways

No need to fear, they're here

Just call the Four

Fantastic Four

- Don't need no more! - That's ungrammatical!

Reed Richards is elastic

Sue can fade from sight

Johnny is the Human Torch

The Thing just loves to fight

Call the Four

Fantastic Four

Come, lightning.

Bring life to my creation.

Strike.

Live. Live, I say.

No, Helmut, you've gone mad.

Silence, woman.

Nothing must stand in the way of science.

Not even our love.

That yutz sounds just like stretcho.

It lives!

Rosebud.

- Cool. - This sucks.

No, that sucks, Beavis.

No, that sucks.

Helmut, help.

Back. Back, I say.

Rosebud good.

- Give me that. - Get lost, you walking barbecue pit.

No fair, flaming up.

What are you doing? I want to watch my flick.

- I want to see my programme. - Get lost.

No!

- Give me that. - Let go.

Why did I eat those last four pizzas?

Man, that's smooth.

- Now what's with the tube? - Nothing.

One of the big brain's experiments must've fried the circuits again.

I'm tired of him messing up our viewing pleasure.

I'm with you, little buddy.

Hey, volto, you killed the TV again.

In the middle of our favourite programme.

I've used a high-frequency biosweep to locate alien life in the galaxy.

I'm afraid that's what caused your power outage.

Will you run that by me again? In English.

I was sure I detected life on planet clusters

here, here and here.

But then, one after the other, they seemed to die

as if their life force itself had been drained out of them.

- By then... - Ben, look!

It's the whatchamacallit.

The phenomenon that moves faster than the speed of light is back.

Don't count on me chasing after it again.

Last time we tried that, them cosmic rays turned God's gift to women

to an ever-loving blue-eyed Thing.

- Right. I'm out, too. - No need to worry.

Pursuing it now would serve no purpose.

It is circling the far periphery of our universe.

Reed, Ben, Johnny. We've got a problem.

No problem, we'll have TV reception restored in a moment.

It's not the TV. It's the management and tenants of this building.

- They want to kick us out.

I believe you to be a cultured, rational person.

Your husband, on the other hand,

seems determined to use his experiments

to turn this building into a smoking, radioactive ruin.

And your brother! Stop playing with fire when I'm speaking to you.

Which brings me to your star boarder, Benjamin J Grimm.

No, don't you sit in my Queen Anne chair.

Why not? She ain't using it.

Well! I have nothing more to say.

You will be presented with formal eviction papers within the hour.

Naturally, you may appeal but I am confident that no judge...

Reed, everybody, look! The sky's on fire.

- Did I warn you? - Call a cop, somebody. Call anybody!

Incredible! We've got to do something before the city is incinerated.

Don't think I'll delay the eviction process.

By the colour of the flame,

the ambient temperature is more than 600 Fahrenheit.

Hot. Right?

- Extremely. - Then why didn't you say that?

This ain't the sky no more. It's a flying barbecue.

Hang on to your socks.

Secure for individual reconnaissance.

- Roger. - All secure.

Ditto.

Then prepare to disengage.

Sampling fire for analysis.

Fire is no big deal for me. I'll take it on face to face.

Your autopilot is now employed.

Thanks, babe. Flame on!

Knock it off, will you, you half-baked hot shot?

- This ain't no game. - Ben, look out.

No, you look out.

Whoa, momma.

- Ben. - No.

What was that?

That meteor had no effect on Ben. Reed, I'm going to try it.

Sue, no. If the planes are a multiform phenomenon,

Ben could have passed through a cold phase.

You could fly through temperatures hotter than lava.

I hope not.

- Well done, Susie. - There is no heat in the flames.

Thank heaven. That's because they're not flames at all.

They're an unknown form of highly evolved holograms.

But who has energy powerful enough to generate a skyful of holograms?

Raincloud.

Reed! Flame out.

Johnny, here.

Don't get fresh or I'll make you walk home. What?

The fire's gone bye-bye.

More puzzling still,

our intruder alert indicates that an immaterial presence

has entered our laboratory at the Baxter Building.

How did it get in without setting off our security protocols?

Merge positions.

Whatever it is, our sensors show it to be enormous but weightless.

Unify.

Our unknown caller has no mass or molecular composition.

Yeah. Whoever busted in is gonna get a busted schnoz.

You are no longer alone.

I have come on a mission of gravest consequence.

Should I punch him out, stretcho?

- No, wait. - Hear me.

You are about to die.

That's it. You're high, I'm low.

Go for it.

- Get the sucker! - It's clobbering time.

No, let him speak.

You are wise, Reed Richards.

For I am the Watcher,

member of an ancient race far older than man.

Look. From our far planet,

my people watched countless worlds

evolve over aeons of what you call time,

some for good, others for evil,

some so debased by war, greed and hatred

that they descended into savagery.

But though our power is great, we are pledged only to watch.

Never to interfere.

You talk about weird!

But now mankind faces the greatest danger it has ever known.

The danger of total extinction.

- Look out, he's got a gizmo. - Wax him, Reed.

And though I may not act directly in your behalf,

I have come to warn you,

for I cannot let this world be obliterated.

I caused the flaming meteors to appear in your sky

with my matter mobiliser.

Incredible. It utilises magnetic energy to generate molecular bonding.

I'm all choked up. Would you stop lecturing and get us down?

The flaming sky you created with your mobiliser terrified people.

That was not my intention.

My sole purpose was simply to conceal the earth from him.

Him? Him who?

Galactus, devourer of worlds. Look.

With his awesome power, Galactus roams the cosmos

seeking planets which contain an abundance of life.

For without such nourishment, he would perish.

Once he has absorbed the planet's life's energy into his own body,

the planet is left barren and lifeless.

Then when the hunger is again upon him,

his endless voyage begins anew.

Your only hope is that his herald,

the one who searches the cosmos for planets such as this,

does not see your earth.

He is known as the Silver Surfer,

a tortured soul forced to serve his merciless master throughout eternity.

A high-flying surfer dude. Truly far out.

I must blind him to the profusion of life on your planet

before it's too late.

The screen is in place.

Let us pray that it will discourage the Surfer from looking too closely.

First fire, now boulders?

Such life. Such energy.

Galactus shall feast as never before.

The galaxy scanner. The Silver Surfer is directly overhead.

Quickly, he must be intercepted

before he signals his master, or all will be lost.

Hurry, you still have time.

Disengage.

Look out, silverfish.

Susie, catch me.

We are too late.

- Hyperion. - The hyper-space signal.

It will inform Galactus of his discovery.

Nobody likes a squealer.

No more Mr Nice Guy.

He will return. No fall can injure the Silver Surfer.

Your true concern is Galactus.

Look up in the sky!

I've heard of flying saucers, but that's ridiculous.

Shouldn't someone call the cops?

That aura. What did you just do?

I have screened Galactus and his sphere

from the view of the terrified populace.

Wait. I could've sworn there was a giant silver ball...

My journey has ended.

At last I have found what I seek.

For the great hunger is upon me.

Such an abundance of elemental life energy.

I shall feast as never before.

- What is he doing? - Assembling his elemental converter.

The device with which he will drain your planet of its very life.

Not today, he ain't.

I want to know more about our adversary before we commit to action.

Galactus must've seen us. Why didn't he say anything?

Do you greet the cockroaches on your kitchen floor?

We do not have roaches.

To Galactus, you are lesser beings.

As low on the evolutionary scale and as meaningless as insects.

Insects?

Galacticus Schmalacticus!

He ain't getting rid of Momma Grimm's baby boy so easy.

Piece of cake.

We can't wait any longer. Ben was right.

To have any chance of saving the earth, we must take action now.

Wait.

There may be another way.

I shall communicate with him.

You said you were forbidden to act.

Contrary to the fond belief of many, talk is not action.

Hear me, Galactus.

Who are you who callously speaks my name?

I am Uatu, the Watcher.

I know what you are about to do and I speak for Planet Earth.

This lush world needs no spokesman.

It must appease my gnawing hunger.

Wait. Open your mind that you may share my thoughts.

They're exchanging the contents of their minds.

Stop right where you are, Benjamin J Grimm.

- There, Mr Sully. - Yes. Benjamin J Grimm,

you are hereby served with official notice of eviction.

Delicious. Didn't need no mayo nor nothing!

So you see, there are billions of people here on earth.

Plus teeming animal life.

True, Watcher. That is why it shall be such a satisfying feast.

But these lives have intelligence.

Souls.

Meaning.

I have no wish to harm any species.

Oh, darling, earth will be safe.

Yet if my hunger is not appeased, I die.

And I do not wish to die.

It is my destiny to be Galactus.

I must do what I was born to do.

The same thing goes for me, oversized cornball.

One for the money, two for the show,

you're gonna get it, you big, dumb schmo!

Get away from him, Ben.

Look out.

Who do you think you're messing with, you king-sized clown?

Hold your breath. As near as I can figure,

he's using some sort of cosmic insecticide.

Insecticide?

Do you mean to tell me that as far as that fenderhead is concerned,

I ain't nothing but a cockroach?

My herald. Where is he?

I wish to reward him for finding this succulent world.

Your herald? The Silver Surfer, right?

What have you done with him?

We don't know where he is.

He fell off the roof in a fight.

A fight? You dared resist my sentinel of the spaceways?

Well, what does it matter?

My moment is at hand.

It is time for me to dine!

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